'Jono, Why Haven't you blogged in 2 months??!!?!!11!?!!/!11!!?'

I hear questions like this all the time. People are curious, and I can't blame them for that. I've been very busy with this uni thing, and organising for it, that I have had no time for trivial important things like my blog. I have also been attempting to teach myself the guitar, along with other exciting things like designing for my sisters new clothing line. As of now, there is no way for me to print my own designs widespread because i dont have the resources. However, If you would like to speed the process by donating large sums of money to yours truly, preferably accompanied by sexual favours, I cannot stop you. In the mean time, lets discuss the real reason I haven't blogged in two months: ghosts.

Back in June I hired some ghosts to ghostwrite my blog (ghostblog?) on my behalf. This made perfect sense, since I was getting busier and busier by the day. However, I failed to realize that ghosts use invisible fonts as a default setting. So to the untrained eye, it looks as if no blogs have been posted since June. Oops. I tinkered around with some of the ghosts' laptops and fixed this font problem. So in the future, we will have much more material to amuse yourselves as your thoughts dwell on the many antics of that handsome Jono. Hooray! To apologize for this break in blogging, (which was of course, entirely not my fault) I give you a picture of a judgecat.ok, so perhaps it isn't a real cat. But I digress.
Love and rockets,
JXR

1919-2010

"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

Everything That I'm About to Do to You Baby, I Learned at Sea World

When i awoke in my bed yesterday morning, I realized I was to die an invalid. I'd not had such a sickness since I was in primary school and, not only was I sure that I'd been prey to some conspiratorial poisoning, I was in wonder of the inevitable curiosity that would be my passing with NO ONE even resembling Jackie O by my side.
It is pure suffering. Even my skin hurts.
To cheer me up slightly Tom and Kym have been describing in detail how good big day out was. I love them.
So for the last few days I have been excreting all sorts of questionable liquids from every available orifice. It's disgusting. I barely have the strength to stomach the vegan pasta my mum made for me. I've had to miss out on a couple of parties which i was looking forward to, and normally i would have found the strength to make it there I actually was NOT up for such a social experience. I didn't want to be the guest that vomited on the carpet, strangely not alchohol-caused like would be expected by party-goers.
I've been listening to the new(ish) offerings from fun. and The Dead Weather. They're both fantastic, pick them up when you have the chance.
till we're with the mounties,
JXR

12 Steps

So I haven't written anything in a little bit.


Everyone's talking about it but I haven't seen it. Is it worth putting goggles on your face for three hours?

I've just been participating in an exhausting msn chat and also just went to Carter's house. I just kind of hung around on his mat with Cordelia and did chilled-out things.

Until the mood strikes again,
JXR

Pleased to meet me

its my birthday.
birthdays and gifts are great. Friends are better. That's who I spent most of my day with.

(ps. that wasn't my cake. But according to my sources it's vegan)

JXR

Look out Donuts, the Unicorns are Coming!

I'm waiting for my cousin to call. Something about town is going to bring him closer to me sooner than later and we must plan some sort of rendezvous. Why not write during the wait?

The other day we were at a restaurant - the usual crew and myself. This is a dining establishment. Within, food is prepared, sold and consumed. People actually eat here. I want to make this perfectly clear for, though I find it entirely inappropriate in any setting, this particular setting makes the aberration more striking. The Mother and Father were fairly nondescript however the age of the child in Dad's arm is notable. Some say six years old, some say three. We agreed on four but I tell you, the kid could speak and walk, though speaking and walking he was not. Oh, how I wish he were speaking and walking that afternoon for then, he would not have been suckling his fathers large earl lobe, going at it like it was an oxygen bit and he was at the bottom of Lake Nasty Child - a suckling the dad not only allowed, but with which he assisted and insured perpetuation of when said father stood the son on the counter so that the slobbering creature could continue trying to down his lobe while lunch was being ordered for the family by good ol lobey Dad (and currently being consumed by innocent bystanders!) Again, this was NOT a baby.

When the predator was finally taken away from the mans ear-nipple, the lobe was engorged, red and dripping with goo.

Nauseousness of a new kind was found that afternoon. Thought you'd like to hear of the unfortunate discovery.

fighting the enemy as according to Mr. Ahead,

JXR

Like a Quadruped Comin' Atcha!

I’m so tired. Either that or I haven’t had all my nutrients, but I feel kinda shit. NEEDS MOAR SOYMILK.
I have no material for blogs. I don’t think there’s really much interesting things I could say. Though, since I’ve been back, I saw Debbiiiiie at her house, I saw John Butler Trio with Kym and totally fucked it up by getting there an hour late, had another brawl night at Debbie’s with everyone else, went into town with Arnie and got my haircut, then spent all day sitting on the intarwebz. Its pretty serious.
Also, is it just me or is there no good music coming out soon? This time last year and the year before I could have listed 20 bands i was excited for new CDs to come out. I can't think of one.
Actually, yes I can:

















oye

JXR